To think ive come this far and living here
I am, 'Cause crave & crave i do yet reach to harm
I don't, strength they say it is to arm
Not reach no cuts, as cant my eyes 'ny tears
Produce I call this strength my cow'rdice, a year
Its been since last I did though not for charm
But out of fear of judged be I for arm
of scars would be filled then, its been a year.
But if I start to think how i feel now,
If i compare now with the past, pride I
Should feel towards journey of mine, as far
I've come from days o' pain & suff'rin', but how
Is something I am still of knowing shy,
So if i can, be proud of where you are.
